Damian Claus: You're hungry?
Mordechai: I mean, seriously, what kind of arch-nemesis are you?
Damian: Sorry, I wasn't thinking I guess. Oh! Oh, no, you don't! You're not going to pull Jewish-guilt crap on me, I'm a lot stronger than that, Mordechai.
Mordechai: Okay, forget it. Never mind.
Mordechai: No, nothing.
Damian: Tell me, what?
Mordechai: Well, I mean, I don't know what kind of host it is that treats their company this way. Esther is clearly unhappy with the guest room you've provided her with. I'm shvitzing from running around all over the place shooting people.
Damian: Stop this!
Mordechai: What kind of flooring is this, anyway? My feet are killing me! Not to mention, I don't get a proper hello when I come in.
Damian: Please stop. Just take my gun!
Damian: Take the gun!
Mordechai: Forget about it.
Damian: I insist on you taking the gun!
Damian: Put a bullet right here! Take me out of my misery, please!